Rushing the boy to Fencing lessons, after making the kids dinner and doing a load of dishes, after doing laundry earlier today and even hanging it on a clothesline…
I just realized I’m a Soccer Mom.
#SoccerMomsRule
#NotQuiteTigerMom
#INeedAFruityDrink
#SomeoneTeachMeTheSecretHandshake
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I need to make a tongue twister for my homework.”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “The dog saw a duck in the ditch.”
LMT: “Too easy. How about Bob saw a… big… buck… in the ditch.”
DM: “Is that a tongue twister?”
LMT: “Bob saw a big buck in the bit… I almost said a bad word!!!!”
(much laughter)
DM: “How about Pretty Pigs Pranced Past Pumpkin Pie?”
LMT: “Pretty pigs pranced past poon…”
DM: “What?”
(much laughter)
LMT: “Good thing poon isn’t a bad word.”
Me: (rolls eyes, whistles)
(dinner table)
Me: “I have a chore for someone.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Not me.”
Me: “It’s kind of important.”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “What is it?”
Me: “My email tells me a special package for Mom has been delivered to our mailbox. I’m hoping one of you will go get…”
DM: “I’ll get it!” (runs out front door)
Me: “… it after dinner.”
Me: …
LMT: “He didn’t even finish dinner.”
Me: “Your brother has no chill.”
LMT: “No chill at all.”
Very Vocal Viking 